2020 started out funny. It was a fun time for me pretending to make progress with my mental adaptations to our insane world. What happened next: the position of The I became the prize in a battle, because our ego Lindy decided to face the varying versions of “I” that would surface when opening up to inner conversations while alone and overly stoned.
Was it mental illness or illumination? Either way it was time to get prolific, and hey doesn’t the word prolific sounds important? It also sounds like prophylactic. Apparently a prophylactic is not something to stick up your butt {I’m all confused today}. Word on the net says prophylactic means “prevention of disease”. Interesting.
I am interested in the prevention of obsessing over my disease.<Ha! Speak of the devil> that’s the voice of the illness speaking right there. It says, “Don’t look too closely at what holds our illness in place because we might undermine it’s long-standing habits and actually make a change.” The illness likes to remain in the shadows, always around yet unseen— where it can hand out radical advise, just like that ol’ snake in the garden did.
The illness randomly offers me unsafe thoughts because the odds are that I’ll sit with them long enough to write them down, follow their trail, and possibly believe the unsafe thoughts are my own. The illness very sneakily uses the pronoun “I” and that is why the preferred pronoun for me has become ‘We’.
Note: The new We is equal to the I. So Glad We could breach that pronoun issue peacefully.
Let it be known that We only speak of ourselves in the plural form and do not desire that other people join in identifying our identity in this way. To the inside me is we. To the outside We is I {also known as the not-so-private-I of a recovering alcoholic who got West Coast sober and then the world shut down real fast} Remember?
Listen cowboy, be cool cuz all is groovy. We were still riding our kind-karma card since ‘unwilding’ our ways back in 2018, when we stopped drinking spirits but kept smoking the herb: that’s what West Coast sober means {if ya ain’t hip to the jive}. That medicine of choice saved us from having to join a ‘soul sickness treatment center’ i.e. church, in order to live here in a physical body, while convinced that the entire farce of this reality is an experiment in universal energy being misused in a manner that utterly dooms our souls to serve Center City {forever and ever} our own reflection of the eternal is present.
The religious route is the larger loop repeating… and doesn’t it feel redundant? I get the feeling you’ve gotten the feeling. At times we have all gotten the feeling that the game is over-played. We feel the fakeness… here in the common-loop of The Train system that circles Inner Mountain, we live a sheltered and consistent life. The Mountain is enormous and we generally live on the Train, going around all day.
At Night We find our room within the ancient Mansion of The Center. Hopefully We do. If not, then we roam without a place to rest~ and oh what torment being unable to resist the reset can be. I mean *being unable to resist the need to rest when your mind is so tired of this reality already. We wonder why we keep riding… is it to discover or to be discovered? Either way, we won’t be bound for too much longer…
This is the twelve-year timeloop that began in 2020 so in our nightmares we’ll find ourselves sent back again to the brink of the psy-op pandemic if we fail to fix this loop in a winning way, this time around. The nightmare is related to the Matrix and coming to find out This End Game Timeloop is one long Turing Test to prove yourself a truly conscious participant ie notabot.
Admittedly being stuck in a timeloop gives us the impression that we can predict the future… yet we cannot truly since The Cosmos we know is a false creation, while We are Truth Seeking in our course.
The False Cosmos hides The Original Cosmos knowledge from us by defining reality with our physical senses, in order to make life appear meaningless so that we stop caring enough to change course and seek the Original.
{Private note to selves: There is no stopping the splitting point when a timeloop either turns back or breaks off into a New Line. The Curve is Nigh.}
Clearly, when pushed into the identity-crisis curve of a New Loop, We must get even more crazily creative or end up as the ultimate unheard-of underdog who never gets to level up.
Having the freedom to change and be a fluid personality is a goal to get on board with, but the We who is Me has got a private plight to ponder: How can a person {like us} who has multiple minds inside of them, represent themselves as being plural when ‘they’ is already taken?
A note to future selves: Being seen is much more important than being sane… hold on… is that the illness speaking again? Hold on a minute brain let’s reflect. Isn’t that advice what a narcissist would tell themselves?
Brain responds: Ha! You wish you could be a real narcissist. Keep dreaming.
Actually brain, a narcissist suffers from the need to portray an ideal persona and is constant guarding against their identity being attacked, ignored or forgotten— making them completely dependent upon outward feedback to reinforce their false sense of importance… so why exactly would We want to be like them?
It’s simple. The current game is run by narcissists, therefore if you become one of them you will get much further. Also, you’d listen to my advice without all these long-winded internal arguments and you’d stop questioning your wonderful brain so much. Your brain knows what’s best. It wants you to identify as Better Than. You should agree when it tells you that everyone else is garbage and only you matter. Your brain is the best brain to ever exist and if other people don’t notice how ego-eclipses-the-moon-special you are, then it’s their loss.
Um thanks brain. We all know that you mean well, but honestly you should listen to yourself. You sound like a henchman working for the evil overlord Lindoid. We think it’s time for you to chill out with the Great Narss-tips propaganda now. You obviously cannot grasp that our self-worth comes from working to understand how to be an honest person in this world, not from hiding ourselves behind the overly judgmental “I” on high.
Oh aren’t you such a saint! {speaketh the sarcastic brain} But hey, why listen to me? I am only the highest achievement of biological evolution on Earth to date– simply attempting to help you out here. Don’t you realize that you can never fully escape from the Narcissistic Kingdom? You will absolutely lose your mind if you try, and guess what, then nobody will listen to you because nobody believes the words of a nut.
You cannot win in this Kingdom unless you pay homage to the King. It does not matter how many peons you have crowded together inside of your psyche— if you wear no Crown your existence means nothing to the Ones Who Count.
Alright. Granted brain you are trying to help. Thanks for your input. You may be right, in fact, but you are only right for now, while we are playing the current game. Furthermore your exaltation of the heartless overlord shines light on exactly why it is time for All of Us to join forces. The time has arrived for the structures of Narss-tip’s Power to crumble on the inside of our current world and open us to the Greater Game.
The Future Is For Us.
2020 Made Funny?? 